The people once split into the various peoples that host the world. But, I've been told by the Shihazy that we were all created, once long ago, by the dune and sand spirits that dwel inside the glass. Or imagined into being Etheral minds in the reaches of Lost by the Ruh.

The coastal men merely claim that everything at one point climbed fro the sea. But no, I'll tell you the truth. We were all, still are, one. One people split into many. Humans. So say the peoples that aren't people, those the learned men in the spiralling valleys call Foreign Monsters. They have given us name, and so we must do the same: Unpeopled, for we can only be vague enough to really be able to define what the Spiral men refer to as species.

You may not understand now, but we know the truth of these matters, for we have seen that those of us who are one are much the same. Even the horse lords.

But, hah, I ramble when I don't even know your name. So, hakatan, who are you?

Reincarnation: Yes? No?Heh, don't look like that now. That comment was only a joke. Everyone knows this kind of things only exist in Ruh-ian tales. Rubbish.

Name: ?Ah, appropiate.

Gender:?Should I be refering to you as haktan instead? Sorry about that boy...or miss. There eyes aren't what they used to be.

OOC: WELCOME to my first quest on this site. Where I hope to just push in the face of awry characterisation and writer's block. Where am I going with this? Who knows, but hopefully you'll enjoy it.

EDIT: Ya'll guys don't have to bleed through your eyes trying to read the old man now

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